Cashmere and Rain

Should I kiss you lightly so you can feel the softness of my lips on yours?
Or should I kiss you firmly and bite your bottom lip, so you'll know just how badly I want you?

Should I turn on romantic music and whisper sweet nothings in your ear?
Or would you rather we talk dirty and fill the silence with the sounds of our own fearless pleasure?

Should I glide my hand down slowly and gently across your welcoming hips and everywhere in between?
Or would you rather I leave my mark with your favorite blade, leaving us both aroused by the trickle of life down your inner thigh?

Should I tempt your hungry flesh purposely and deliberately with my ardent fingertips?
Or could I wear your warmth and moisture on my hand like a cashmere glove?

Should I taste your body, kissing every inch and seducing you with torturous anticipation?
Or can I sink my teeth in, breaking the skin and leaving a bruise only we’ll know is there?

Should we share a bottle of that sweet red wine you always loved?
Or could we let our salty blood and shameless honesty stain our lips instead?

Should we hide inside and make love as the rain pours down outside my window?
Or could we just play in it, writhe in it, and let it wash away our blood and sins as we recklessly create them?